After figuring out the complicated twists in the situation, Eagle couldn’t help but give Nan Muran a big thumbs-up.

Han Yingtin’s gaze deepened. Nan Muran was someone the longer you observed, the more you respected—and also feared. It wasn’t just because of her terrifying strength, but also because of her sharp and quick-witted mind.

“Let’s enjoy the show first,” Nan Muran gestured for everyone to step back, giving Yongye and Huai Feng space to fight.

Little Seven Jin moved closer to Nan Muran, and Nan Muran immediately bent down, understanding her intention.

“Big sister, Yongye can’t beat Huai Feng. It’s afraid of water, and its weakness will soon be exposed.”

Nan Muran nodded, already knowing what she needed to do next. Neither of the two could be allowed to die, but their current strength also had to be weakened.

Handling this would be a bit tricky.

Chengcheng looked around and realized the fight wouldn’t end anytime soon, so he pulled out a big bag of sunflower seeds from his backpack and handed out a handful to everyone.

And so, nine of them lined up neatly in a row, in full “spectator mode,” munching on seeds while waiting for a result from the fierce battle.

After Huai Feng took control of the treant, he gained the power of a Level 7 mutated plant-type.

Level 7 mutated types were already incredibly strong—ordinary ability users weren’t a match for them—which was why Huai Feng had initially looked down on Nan Muran’s group.

However, when he encountered Yongye, who controlled the entire hotel, he realized that the other side’s strength wasn’t any weaker than his. In fact, because the hotel was Yongye’s territory, it made Yongye even stronger.

Yongye seemed to appear out of nowhere, endlessly surging, and wherever it went, it could completely corrode everything, leaving no trace if it wished.

“I’m a little curious, what exactly is that thing?” Nan Muran asked while eating chocolate.

“I can go with you and check it out if you want,” Si Ye offered warmly at her ear.

Nan Muran thought for a moment, then shook her head and refused. “Forget it. We’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

Inside the treant’s body were two powers: one was Huai Feng’s, and the other belonged to the fruit tree. Judging from Huai Feng’s earlier words, the treant seemed to have special feelings for Liu Mei, which might be something they could use.

Therefore, she couldn’t leave. She needed to watch closely and be ready to step in at any time.

Meanwhile, Huai Feng watched anxiously as the old branches all over the vast space were being wildly corroded by Yongye. He had never imagined Yongye would be this powerful.

Suddenly, he recalled something Liu Mei had once said when casually scolding a hotel staff member: “Don’t just use water recklessly—it could hurt Yongye.”

Branches started reaching toward the puddles along the corridors, then scooped up water and flung it onto Yongye’s threads. Sure enough, wherever the water touched, Yongye’s threads dissolved instantly into a pool of blood without a trace.

Seeing more and more water being hurled at Yongye, Liu Mei’s face changed. She turned anxiously to Nan Muran: “Please, can you help Yongye?”

Nan Muran looked at Liu Mei. “What exactly is it?”

Liu Mei hesitated, unsure if she should say anything. After all, this was Yongye’s trump card.

Nan Muran wasn’t in a rush. No matter which side ended up crippled, it wouldn’t affect her ability to claim the fruit later. Whether she helped or not didn’t really matter.

“It’s blood poison—made from the blood of many people—and eventually fused with this hotel,” Liu Mei finally confessed.

“No crystal core?” This thing had life, and it was obviously mutated. It made no sense for it not to have a core.

Liu Mei exhaled heavily, steeling herself. “I am Yongye’s crystal core.”

Nan Muran frowned. “So are you controlling it, or is it controlling you?”

“There’s no controlling. We can’t live without each other. Without me, it dies. Without it, I die,” Liu Mei said bluntly.

Nan Muran nodded and signaled to the others. “Get rid of all the water.”

For water-ability users like Si Ye and Xiang Xilai, it was a piece of cake. In an instant, every trace of moisture in the area was gone.

Seeing the puddles disappear, Huai Feng’s face twisted in anger. “You deserve to die.”

Nan Muran suddenly chuckled. “I was being polite to you, and you didn’t appreciate it.”

At that moment, Huai Feng felt a strange change within his body, clearly sensing the fruit tree’s power being released near his back.

The body he had been able to control was changing again. “What did you just do?”

Nan Muran ignored him, releasing a portion of the fruit tree’s power and continuing to watch the show.

When Yongye’s poison began corroding the treant’s body, Nan Muran finally rose slowly.

“Yongye, come back,” Liu Mei quickly called out, understanding Nan Muran’s intentions.

Seeing that half his body was gone, Huai Feng grew panicked. “What are you doing? Don’t kill me…”

“So cowardly,” Eagle mocked disdainfully.

Beside him, Liu Mei turned her head away, unable to bear the sight of the treant’s bloody, bisected body. Yongye’s blood-red threads lightly brushed her in comfort.

Nan Muran sneered. “You’re so noisy.”

“Don’t kill me! I’ll tell you where the fruit tree is!” Huai Feng cried, trying to prop himself up and retreat.

Nan Muran hated noise. Without hesitation, she released all of the remaining power of the fruit tree.

In an instant, the fruit tree fully took over the treant’s body.

Huai Feng’s consciousness was completely extinguished within the treant. Then, from the wound at his waist, dried-up branches started growing, eventually forming two legs.

Nan Muran looked at the fruit tree’s green eyes and said lightly, “Are you going to tell me where the fruit is? Or do you want to fight it out first?”

Little Willow: Fruit tree, don’t fight. My branch is still in your heart. Muran can wipe you out in a second.

Little White: Tell Muran and Si Ye where the fruit is. They’re good people.

Fruit Tree: Good people? So many people died here and they just sat around watching. Good people?

Little Willow: Fine, I’ll just crush your heart.

Little White: Are we finally getting a purple treasure?

Fruit Tree: How rude!

Little Willow: Huai Feng said you bullied Liu Mei too. You’re a bad plant. You don’t deserve any respect.

Fruit Tree: He was lying! It was him! He framed me!

Little White: Then he was a bad human.

Fruit Tree: He said Liu Mei had many male partners and accused her of sleeping with all of them. That’s why he got angry and wanted to hurt her. He set it up on purpose.

Little Willow: What’s “sleeping with” mean?

Little White: I don’t know either.

Fruit Tree: Didn’t you see it?

The fruit tree was a Level 7 mutated plant, so Nan Muran could hear everything clearly.

After hearing what kind of person Huai Feng really was, she felt a wave of disgust.

Fruit Tree: Forget it. My fruits are almost ripe anyway. I might as well just give them to you.

“We need to head to the forest behind,” Nan Muran said immediately after hearing the fruit tree’s words.

Fruit Tree: Not good! Someone’s getting close to my fruits! They’re in danger!

Nan Muran quickly packed up. “We can’t wait any longer. Someone’s already near the fruit.”